The stranger looked at him as if strongly disposed to chastise his impertinence. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. "Your answer, gem'men?" demanded Sharples. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. He started toward the dog with the idea of ejecting him, but Ruth intervened. What else could he do? You can’t kick up a scene on the spur of the moment in the face of such conflicting values as he had before him.
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